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The Silent Urge Series	By : Druffine Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 25061 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Part B Cravings

Chapter 18 - Truth II

~ Xander ~

Damn, why did I ask that? I look down; fleeing from the pity, I am sure to find in his eyes. My reflection stares up at me and I have to suppress a groan. Sometimes being human is a curse. I close my eyes, not wanting to see my misery mirrored right back at me. I bend my elbow, resting my forehead on my arm and grab the edge of the table. The feeling of heavy massive wood under my fingers always gives me the pretence of safety.

He increases the pressure on my hand a bit and I am suddenly very aware of the smooth coolness of his long fingers. The tips start to move as mine already are, caressing the part where hand and arm meet.

�He still hits on me. I� my feelings for him are still the same.� One fingernail scrapes along one of my pulsing veins and I shiver lightly.

Nevertheless: �So you don�t love him but mess with him?� Yes, I am upset. I am not sure what bothers me more. Spike fucking him and not me� whoa� or Spike using him.

The fingertips still and I turn my head to the side, glancing up at Spike when he doesn�t respond to me. He looks at me, frowning and cocks an eyebrow.

�I don�t fuck him anymore, if that�s what you mean. I wouldn�t use him like that, but he is stubborn. He still hits on me nearly all the time. Not that I am not flattered, he is beautiful.� Spike�s eyes glaze over and get distant. I know he thinks back to times he had that beautiful man, yes he is beautiful, I give him that, in his bed, in his arms.

Reluctantly, but determinedly, I pry my hand away and stand up.

�Time to get ready for work.� I offer as an apology to cover up how it pains me, that plain memories can get Spike so distracted. I bet his cock is already rock hard just recalling these pictures of this dark haired, muscled demon under him, begging for more of his thick cock inside� GAH. I so have to get ready for work! Now!
~ Spike ~

Huh? Where is the whelp? Damn.

�Whelp?�

�My room.�

�Are you getting ready for work?�

�What does it look like, genius?� Grrr. He flinches, not from my growling but because he fears to get kicked out for his bitching.

�You haven�t even eaten yet.� He stares at me and I repeat the last sentence in my head. Bloody hell!

�I am not hungry. I�ll eat after work�� Oh, he bites his lips but I can so hear the �mom� in the end!

A sly grin crawls up on my face when I remember my plan. Oh yeah. He looks at me, his expression changes from amused to slightly scared.

�Spike?� He asks with a, more put-on than not, tremble in his voice.

�Yes pet?� I answer, grin cheerfully and try to look innocent.

�The innocent look really doesn�t work for you.� He says laughing but still worried.

�No?� I pout and try puppy dog eyes. And so have to laugh. He is right, innocence grabs its stuff and runs away screaming when the demon moves in.

�What are you up to?� I look pointedly at his crotch, where the slightly larger than normal outline of his cock shows.

�Me?� Oh, what a delicious blush.

�You.� He nevertheless gets out and his fingers twitch in their urge to poke me in the chest. Oooh, wish he would use something different to poke me. However, I will so not bottom for a human, not even for this nummy human.

�I have clothes for you.� I say and grin.

�Clothes?�

�Yes.�

�For tonight?�

�Yes.�

�No.�

�Oh yes!�

�Oh no Spike!�
~ Xander ~

Who the hell knows what he has for me. Red silk and leather? No way. Do you hear me? NO WAY.

�Oh come on! You haven�t even looked at them!�

Spike pouts and that is a look that really works for him. That lower lip stuck out and the pleading blue eyes, looking up from under thick black lashes, get him everything he desires in this world. I bet they work on Treckle. Not on me though.

�NO.�

�Please.� He whines and are those tears in his eyes?! Oh damn you.

�But nd sid silk for me!�

His eyes lighten up and he actually jumps a little. Who are you and where is my Spike? He grabs me by the hand and pulls me all the way to his bedroom. I am pushed on the bed.

Oh yeah, take me� whoa. Spike produces a big brown paper bag from under the bed and takes something black out. Leather pants. NO WAY.

�No.� I say and try to scramble backwards. He holds me on my ankle and pulls me back.

�You haven�t even tried them on.�

�No way do I wear leather!�

�You ever wore real leather?�

�No, but��

�How do you know if you like it or not?�

�I won�t wear these pants�� I relent. �tonight.�

The pout again and then: �Figured that, but it was worth the try.� He looks sad for a second � damn good actor, I grit my teeth � then flings the trousers away. I have the urge to get them off the floor and fold them neatly. It�s just that I never had someone buying me clothes and thinking about how I�ll look in them.

He gets another item out of the bag. Faded black jeans. I sigh.

�At least try them on.� Just jeans right? How can I get out of it?

�Okay, but when I don�t like them��

�Yeah, yeah, you don�t have to wear them.� He interrupts me impatiently and rolls his sparkling blue eyes. Another item is taken out, this time it�s a dark blue shirt. I take it and feel the stretchy fabric between my fingers.

�Spandex.� He tells me.

�I like the colour.� I say and am rewarded with a bright smile. He shows me a light blue silk button-up with short arms.

�You can wear it over it.� He lays everything on the bed, black briefs on top of it. I don�t blush. Really, I don�t.
~ Spike ~

�You try them on?� I ask excited and could slap myself for acting so out of character. What can I say? Operation Nummy has started. No backing out allowed.

He ushers me out of the room and closes the door. He�ll look so good in these clothes. I can barely wait to see him in them.
~ Xander ~

Hi new clothes! I am Xander and I will put you on now. Be nice to me. Yeah, sure. Insane much? The jeans are tight, damn breathtaking tight. But they feel good. Way more expensive than my other ones. Finer and smoother. The dark blue shirt feels like a second skin. Wish I had abs like Spike. His sixpack looks like it�s carved into marble. I want to lick it and see/feel the single muscles contract under my tongue. Damn, down boy. Too tight jeans!

I put on the button-up, it reaches just down to the beginning of the jeans. Only two buttons. Hm, I definitely like the feel of Spandex and silk. I�m not sure if I am self-confident enough to wear this in public, but behind the bar in the dark nobody really sees it. Nevertheless I wish I had a mirror.

�You ready?� I hear Spike call impatiently.

�Yep. Come in.� Deep breath.

The door springs open instantly and Spike saunters in, staring. God no. I feel the blush rising in my cheeks.

�You look delicious, pet, but�� He says, voice husky. Damn, I knew it. It�s not me, not my �style�, my �look�. I didn�t see price tags, I hope he can take them back.

�But?� I ask eventually, wanting the full truth, wanting the pain and humiliation. Maybe it�ll cure me from this ridiculous desire of the evil undead. He comes really close to me, staring unblinkingly in my eyes, filling my horizon with deep dark blue.

�But you forgot something.� He whispers, cool breath puffing against my lips. I look down, unable to hold his gaze and see his hand aiming for my groin. No no no no no �

His thumb and index finger grab my zipper and he pulls it up very slowly. His knuckles slide all the way against my fast wakening cock.

I whimper. Did I whimper? I don�t whimper.

I meet the blazing blue of his glazed eyes and he blinks at me as if in slow motion.

His hands now come up on both sides of my neck, smoothing down my collar. One cool thumb scrapes against the little mark he gave me that morning. I bite back another girly whimper.

�You�re ready for your first day, luv?� Shit, work, oh god, yes, no.

�Arghmdn.�

He chuckles and combs his fingers through my hair a few times. Oh yeah, what work? Just keep on doing that, Spike. But he stops and tugs on a strand hard.

�Owww.�

�Come on! You�re prepared with basic knowledge, you were a bartender before!� I look strangely at him. Does he know how that ended? Beer bad!

�You look pretty hot�� Goofy grin, instantly swept away by his hand running down my chest. �I am sure, you�ll make me proud.�

I look uncertain and bite my bottom lip. For a few seconds Spike�s gaze is fixed on that.

See! Xan-man can tease too!

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